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Tanya scowled out through the peephole of her hotel room door.
She’d be damned if she’d cower behind a door until the Secret Service decided it was about damned time to show up, no matter what Carlton had said last night.
The clerk at Kate Spade had offered to send the purse back to the manufacturer to see if they could fix it, but it would be at least a week. She was supposed to be back in Ukraine in a week. So now she had a damaged purse, which also added to her feeling of no good cheer.
That and the Russians had decided to attack her.
Well, she’d had arranged a little visit from the Ukrainian embassy armorer to her hotel room last night—without Carlton or Ambassador Tomas looking over her shoulder. If the Russians wanted her, they’d best come prepared to take some losses.
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